The following story continues to trace the life of Texas A&M University Corps of Cadets student Mike Johnson and his buddies. It is based on real life events but the names have been changed to protect the guilty! Usual disclaimers: practice safe sex, no minors and here's hoping you have a "hard" time getting through this! Feedback welcome at: Den3407@aol.com. Thanks for reading my stuff. Thumper/Houston TX
Cadet Sex: Ch. 3 Mike's Nifty Nutcracker By Thumper
"So tell me what you're thinking about to give you that raging early morning hardon," said Ron as he continued pushing the covers down, exposing Mike's nude body and 8-inch woody.
"I'm thinking about you and me and last night, of course!" said Mike, blushing and laughing, a little surprised at Ron's aggressiveness so early in the morning.
"Yeah, right. I know BS when I hear it," said Ron, joining in the laughter. He loved teasing his Cadet Corps Army buddy like this. "Why don't you explain those streaks of cum all over your PC, then?" Ron pointed to Mike's computer, perched on a nearby desk. Sure enough, there were cloudy streaks plastered across the screen. Now Mike really turned red.
"I meant to clean those off before you got here," said Mike. "I kinda had an accident while working on my computer."
"An accident??!" exclaimed Ron. "Some accident. Tell me about it. Every last juicy detail."
"Uh-uh," said Mike, shaking his head. "No way, Jose."
"Wait a minute, buddy. Aren't you forgetting who won the bet last night? I'm the 'Stud of the Day' and you have to day anything and everything I tell you to do-no questions asked! And I'm ordering you to tell me how that PC got so sticky! I want you to tell me about-every single gory detail. Don't leave anything out. Just like a phone-sex call or something. Got it??!"
Mike knew that he had to honor his bet with Ron, but he hadn't planned on having to tell him about how he'd creamed all over his computer. He wavered.
But then, Ron's hands moved down to grab hold of his upthrust cock iron and he firmly squeezed his dangling gonads. Surprised by this almost painful action, Mike cried out: "Alright, alright! Let go of my fucking nuts, you maniac!"
Ron grinned, released his buddy's bobbing cock and gave his nuts a gentle caress before allowing them to drop to the mattress. Taking a deep breath, Mike began his narrative:
"I had just gotten home from working out at the YMCA last weekend when I was home. I didn't change clothes or anything-just came in and got online to check messages and cruise on the Internet. I fired up the PC while still wearing my satin gym shorts, those black Umbros you think are so hot and are always trying to borrow and keep from me.
"Well, I was wearing them, my sweaty black jockstrap, a white tank top and my white socks w/Nike track shoes. Everything was all wet and sweaty from working out, but I didn't care. I like the feel and smell of sweat like that after a good workout.
"I started reading this really hot story on the Nifty Archives, one about these two hot soccer players making it with each other with their soccer kits on and all. They were working each other over right through their shorts and all. That's something I've always liked to do, too, and these guys were really getting it on.
"The minute I got into that hot story, my 8-inch cock started filling up and pushing out against my jock. As I continued reading, I began to slowly tweak my hardening tits and then gently squeezed my now pulsing rod through the satin material. My cockmound kept growing, pushing out my silky black shorts.
I moved my chair closer to the desk and my horny crotch pressed against the edge of it.
"Good boy," interrupted Ron. "You're doing a good job with all those details.
I like that! Keep it going." Mike noticed that his words were definitely having an elevating effect on Ron's rod, as his 8 and a half inches were now pointing straight up as Ron sat cross-legged on the bed. He continued his story:
"The contact with the desk turned me on even more. Excitement surged through me, centered on my now deliciously throbbing joystick. I inserted one hand up the left leg of my shorts and caressed my balls in the tight jockstrap, loving the way my fingernails lightly scratched and pulled at the corded material. My overactive cum makers ached with pleasure in anticipation of what was to come. I stood up at the desk to continue my sex play and finish reading the story.
"I continued reading that super story, reveling in the hot descriptions and the inspiring action going on between the horny young teen soccer studs. My tit tweaking and massaging continued at a faster pace, and my other hand kept tugging and pulling lightly on my trapped balls, then moved up to tug and squeeze the bone-hard shaft that pointed straight up above them.
"Finally, forced to give in to the surging sensations racing through my body, I yanked the jockstrap aside and pulled my throbbing prick free of its corded confines. It didn't pop completely free, but stayed hidden beneath the black satin shorts. By now, it was leaking copious amounts of clear honeydew from the large slit in its mushroom head. As the head brushed against the slick material, I shuddered with pleasure. God, how I loved that feeling, that silky stuff just grazing my prickhead, turning me on more and more, pushing me closer and closer to a ball-shattering climax.
"I then pulled my balls free of the strap as well, allowing them to dangle free and loose across the silky shorts. My prick, still somewhat restrained by the shorts, was begging for attention. I slowly grasped it with my left hand, then quickly scooped a wad of creamy white Elbow Grease from my handy lube jar and firmly wiped it along the entire length of my hard manshaft. Each stroke of the slippery goo on my rod served to further heighten my excitement. Once I had the shaft fully lubricated, I again renewed my grasp on my overheated cockrod with my left hand and started a rhythmic masturbation: slow, steady strokes, pumping up and down, up and down, smearing the slick stuff evenly along the veined, pulsing shaft.
"I moaned out loud about what a hot fucking story this was, just reading about those hot studs in those satin shorts, feeling each other up, sniffing and suckling on each other's shorts-covered teencock...man, what I would have given to have had either one of them sucking on my piece through my satin soccer shorts I had on!
"By now, my constant, steady stroking on my now inflamed prick was building to the boiling point of no return. I could feel the surging spermsauce, building and thickening, churning and burning in my balls, readying for an explosion.
"I steadily increased the speed of my strokes, squeezing and teasing my shaft as I kneaded and pulled on my dangling nuts, smearing them with another glob of creamy lube. Feeling the surging pleasure charging from my hot nuts and threatening to explode up my shaft, I quickly moved to pull and hold my balls down to keep me from shooting right then. I momentarily stopped my stroking, wanting to maximize the sensation, to prolong my excitement and build myself up to an explosive orgasm. Just holding my cock perfectly still in my greasy grasp spurred further sensations to race up and down my now super-sensitive shaft. But it wasn't enough to pitch me over the top---just enough to keep me burning with excitement as the sensations crept incrementally higher and higher. What a fucking high! A periodic squeeze-and-release motion sent additional sparks of fiery pleasure shooting through my hard, near-bursting cock, radiating heat waves of pleasure throughout the rest of my body. Unghhhh!
"It worked. The sizzling threat of total eruption eased just a bit, but my dick stayed just as hard and tense as before. I knew it was now just a matter of seconds before I would cum. And it was gonna be a bucket load of hot, creamy joy juice, too!
"Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I relaxed my grip on my stiff prick and then gradually slid my hand gingerly down along the shaft toward my dark pubic hair. My hand still stroked along the most sensitive underside of my prong, grazing the glans and eliciting shudders of excitement from me, but the contact was really minimal. It's just that I was so super-sensitive now and so close to cumming that even a light touch drew a sharp reaction from me. I knew from many previous jerkoff sessions just like this one that my intentional self-torture-masturbation routine would propel me into a sexual nirvana that was hard to beat (no pun intended!).
"Inch by inch, I continued to slowly push myself to the top. My left hand kept up its maddeningly slow, but steady, soft stroking motion while my right continued massaging my now raging nuts that were pulling up tightly against my body. I worked the white lube goo all over them, lightly squeezing and twisting them as I massaged and fondled those heavy sperm makers. I then ran my right hand up the front of my tight tank top, grasping my hard left tit and giving it a quick twist. That did it.
"Triggered by this quick tit-play, my rod surged one final time, threatening to split the hot skin that covered my hard shaft. The first wad of creamy spunk rocketed up from the depths of my roiling ballsack and shot across the desk, splattering huge dollops of pearly white cum all across the PC monitor.
Not wanting to soak my PC in sperm, but almost overcome with the explosive passion and excitement that was wracking my body, I somehow managed to push my prick back into my black satin soccer shorts before the next pearly volley erupted from my surging shaft.
"I was just in time. The next wave of cum shot out like a bullet, struck the inside of my shorts and showered droplets of creamy spunk all over my crotch.
I grasped my cock and balls again through the silky smooth material. Wow! More stimulus to my already spurting cock! The first loads were quickly followed by another, then another and another--- a seemingly endless stream of steamy, sticky spunk that soon had the entire front part of my shorts soaked in spermsauce. I kept pumping my rod, shuddering and jerking with the overpowering feelings sweeping over me. I nearly blacked out with passion.
"The juicy jism, saturating the inside of the Umbros, now began to slowly drip down to my shoes in big, thick dollops. The starchy aroma of fresh cum wads permeated the air. Unable to stand any longer, thanks to my mind-shattering, ball-busting orgasm, I tightly grasped my spewing rod and collapsed into the desk chair. More globs of pearly cum were squeezed out of the head to further dampen my already soaking shorts. Dizzy with lust and almost faint with pleasure, I tortured myself even further by gently brushing my slime-covered dickhead against the inside of my spermy, silky shorts.
"This last gesture elicited more involuntary groaning from me. My prick jerked a few more times, then finally I gave in and had to stop. My cockhead was too sensitive to continue. What a nutcracker that had been! And all because of that damned hot story on the Nifty Archives. I sighed with contentment and closed my eyes as the warm afterglow of a hot jerk-off session wafted over me."
Mike looked at Mike with questioning eyes, wondering if his friend approved of his story-telling. He didn't have to wait long for an answer.
"Buddy, you are one sicko stud, you know it? Ron laughed. "One of these days, you ought to take up writing those things online yourself. Shit, they'd love to have your stuff on the Archives."
Mike shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe someday, I guess. Hadn't thought about it. But why do I want to write about it when you're here to give me the real thing?"
(to be continued)